She's Back in Black

We began with a kiss, and another, each a little more intense than the last. Then Patrick slipped his hand into my blouse. I rubbed his broad shoulders and arms and then pulled off his shirt. His hard, tan body was everything I had fantasized and more. After years of vanilla sex with a Christian man in a boring marriage I was really finding myself. My husband died last year, and I do miss him, but I found a way to distract myself. I now am a private, single swinger, and I meet all of the men I date online at the biggest swinger's network, Easydater. That's how I met Patrick, a young stud of twenty-one. His pecks were perfectly defined, and his arms looked so big and strong. I looked up at him innocently, before I began kissing on his chest and neck. He quivered with each kiss. I ran my hand along his thigh, until I found the rock, hard bulge inside his jeans. "You make my cock hard, little lady," he said with a fake western accent. I laughed. "And I do believe you're making my pussy very wet," I smiled and pulled out his hard, already throbbing cock. I stroked his meat stick gently. He groaned with pleasure while I jerked him off. It was all he could do, to keep from blowing his wad in my hand. I looked up, and kissed him again, harder, and so passionately. He ran his hands through my long blonde hair, and cupped my face as he looked into my eyes once more. There was something so magical about it that electricity pulsed straight through my body. I rubbed his cock faster now, and I noticed the little beads of sweat forming on his brow. I smiled up at him, before gently wiping them away with my hand. "Getting hot?" I said. "Yes, for you," he replied with a smirk. I pushed him against the wall and left him standing there. I un-buttoning my blouse to reveal my bra covered tits. Seconds later the bra dropped to the floor when I unclipped the front clasp. Patrick pulled me o him, skin on skin, and began kissing my neck. It felt so wonderful, my milk white body against his sun-kissed chest. Nothing had ever felt so good, or so I thought. He slowly pushed my away from him, so he could pull up my skirt. Gently, he swirled his tongue around my perky, hard nipples. I'm not a bad person. I still go to church, and I volunteer and make cakes for fundraisers and eat my Easydater icing at home.